Poor Righteous Teachers - Fo Da Love Of This lyrics

I am the perfect example of a God no doubt Bow! Shock ya now - and running off at the mouth A lot of crews be Advocating Uzis Profusely But word is life, you lose me My reward G For casting worldly j**els be Girlies seduce me Reverends rebuke me See, I touch the cut with such god like sk** No tricks, in 96, it's time to build Shah, be easy on the cut No mistakes allowed Talk style, buck wild, set sh** off ‘bout now Ta-dow! How, the f** you like us now? On the case like Johnny Cochrane In the OJ Simpson trial I can do this for a while Getting you to rock a crowd Be like getting chocolate milk from your uncle's chocolate cow No way, no how, your aging a** style's gonna taketh me out It ain't hittin' right now co*k ya, pow, pow, two shots for Rozelle Peace to Power God, X Unique and Israel Even though you're locked down, you're still right there All the brothers who ain't here Reside right beneath my hair Hell yeah, I swear God is in your atmosphere Lyrics swift, and changeable just like the troposphere Drop a pair Nike Air, Jordans in your ear Fly, lyrical wear my flavor for the year Get your paws off your nuts before you roll the next blunt Throw your hands the f** up Pa** the cash to the front Boy, we hosed it down like a son of a b**h ‘Cause we be doing this For the love of the sh** [Chorus - 2x] See we hosed it down like a son of a b**h ‘Cause we be doin' this for the love of the sh** Boy, we hosed it down like a son of a b**h ‘Cause we be doin' this for the love of the sh** [Verse 2] See, I nice the mic for the love of this sh** Got it? Better get it! ‘Cause I ain't never bullsh**ted Slang spit it, did it for truly something awful, black Learned this, taught that I was God blessed since the year the Father spoke to Culture Y'all don't know but your girlfriend should have told ya ‘Cause sister girl was sugar something sweet kid Peep how she did and I'll might have to split ya [?] And obviously god'll just be advocating Manifestation of the man God in the flesh black soldier flawless Rawness n***as be screaming “aw sh**” Listen kid, you know that sh** ain't right You up here acting like You got some words for this mic My word is life I take you to another height Make you pudding n***as know What it's like to be nice You ain't no real rhymers Sometimers, and TEC-9ers Creating problems For the great civilizers I hosed it down Like a son of a bit ‘Cause we be doin' this For the love of the sh** [Chorus] [Verse 3] I do this with this loveliness yo This ain't some other crew's flow Jewels do come with this though Uh oh! Po po Wake me before you go go Ghetto, I know That half these rappers so-so So, yo yo I feel it's time to change the climate again I'm not rhyming like them Wise God shining again See, Shakiyla's still the sister Be careful if you diss her One of these days n***a, pow, right in the kisser Oh yeah, I'm ‘bout to get ya If you p**y, I'mma dick ya A flow pitch switcher The lyric it'll lick ya I be sitting back and watching all these thieving a** rappers Yam and mashed potato n***as come in studio Got teacher one, teacher two, and teacher three Why do all these rappers seem to sound like me? I ought to quit it But the damage, I done did it Might as well forget it Proceed to spit it like you bit it Culture, Shah, you with it? When I say hit it, hit it Mute the kick and snare, leave the ba** line in it Hit it … I am the maker the owner The cream of the planet damn it Can it get any better than perfection? Cracker look we hosed it down like a son of a b**h ‘Cause we be doin' this for the love of the sh** [Chorus]